
When President Trump first started yakking about Panama, it sounded like a distraction or diversion. Flood the zone with initiatives to baffle the opposition. I was wrong. The Panama Canal was slipping away.

When President Trump first started yakking about Panama, it sounded like a distraction or diversion. Flood the zone with initiatives to baffle the opposition. I was wrong. The Panama Canal was slipping away.

For a guy who never had his own dog, it was very good luck that Sparky was the dog I ended up with. It is amazing how similar we are:

The ball pit is a partial success. Sparky likes scrounging for treats, but when he gets in or out, he climbs over the side. The side is foam, so the wall collapses with his weight. If a ball is knocked out, he chases the ball and chews it up.
I’ve been trying to talk him into using the footstool to get in and out, but he keeps forgetting.

There are about two inches of air between that lacy ice and the water. I have to trust that Sparky’s husky senses would be tingling if the ice were too thin. He’d resent not being allowed to try his luck.
